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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jan. 12th, 2007 10:24 pm)Beaten to It
Fandom: Buffy, pre-series
Rating: PG
Pairing: implied Angelus/William
Disclaimer: A word of advice? Don’t impersonate Joss.
From the moment the boy bumped into him on the streets, he knew. Destiny often had a way of crushing the very core of him. It was the same feeling he had the night Darla came to him. It was a fierce grip in his chest, a burning from where the boy had been. It spread throughout his body, infiltrated his mind, covered his eyes. In the fraction of a moment, he saw the world from two sets of eyes. Destiny was pointing her finger. He'd follow her path when the time was right, when he would not be bothered by outside forces. He wanted to savor the moment. He wanted it to be memorable.
And oh how it was, but for the entirely wrong reasons! It appeared as if time had steered him wrong. He felt the strong grip of Destiny’s fist uncurl, a cold and bitter slap to his face. Had he not have been so late, perhaps . . . but want had never changed anything.
Drusilla was cooing over a limp and cooling body. That young and handsome face looked upwards into the heavens. The tears were still drying on his face.
What had went wrong?
Fandom: Buffy, pre-series
Rating: PG
Pairing: implied Angelus/William
Disclaimer: A word of advice? Don’t impersonate Joss.
From the moment the boy bumped into him on the streets, he knew. Destiny often had a way of crushing the very core of him. It was the same feeling he had the night Darla came to him. It was a fierce grip in his chest, a burning from where the boy had been. It spread throughout his body, infiltrated his mind, covered his eyes. In the fraction of a moment, he saw the world from two sets of eyes. Destiny was pointing her finger. He'd follow her path when the time was right, when he would not be bothered by outside forces. He wanted to savor the moment. He wanted it to be memorable.
And oh how it was, but for the entirely wrong reasons! It appeared as if time had steered him wrong. He felt the strong grip of Destiny’s fist uncurl, a cold and bitter slap to his face. Had he not have been so late, perhaps . . . but want had never changed anything.
Drusilla was cooing over a limp and cooling body. That young and handsome face looked upwards into the heavens. The tears were still drying on his face.
What had went wrong?
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DAMN!!
Damn...
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